Summer of 16

A senior

I loved to laugh. I loved to live. I loved to love.

My senior year in high school and I changed. I changed a lot. I was out of control. Every ounce of it had been taken by someone I loved. It wasn't a problem.

I stare out the window as my geometry teacher lectures. It was the last class of the day and I couldn't hear a word she said. I couldn't hear the sounds of students talking over her. I couldn't hear the sound of the door squeak. I was numb. I sit back and watch all the movements. I'm nervous. He's waiting outside for me and I haven't seen him in what feels like forever. Finaally, the bell rings and I'm out. I walk down the steps of the schools back entrance. It almost feels like the golden hour. The weather is so romantic and I am dazed. The leaves are crunchy. I kick a pile of leaves as I walk. I'm wearing these cute riding boots, a black skirt that fits me perfectly and a light cardigan.

We meet on a quiet street. My eyes light up and it feels perfect. He drove 3 hours to see me. Maybe it seems like nothing. Maybe it could be everything to a very busy man. And he was.

I say nothing as I walk towards him blushing and shy smiled. No, "Hey, how have you been?" Nothing like that. I just stood there three feet away from him. He was standing against a car. He smirked at me with those lips and those eyes. The eyes that say, "I know you want me." And I did. Then he took my hand and held it close, kissed it. All this and he never moved his eyes away from mine. He pulled my hand closer, pulling me closer. Now we were together. One hand around waist and the other around my jaw. I stared up at him. The sun was right behind him. He's tall and I am not. He covers me with his body, gives me a small kiss. I move my head away and we walk. I don't know where and I don't care.